"Portrait?"

Watson and the others were visibly surprised, and they looked at William as if they thought William was joking.

"It is indeed a portrait," William explained, "and there are about a hundred of the ancestors of the Stoke family, and I have not counted the exact number. ”

"Portraits of the ancestors of the Stoke family?"

Sherlock lowered his eyebrows in thought.

William saw that Sherlock was engrossed, and looked at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock.

"I'm sorry, guys, I have a class to take in a moment, Watson, and Sherlock will be handed over to you," William said apologetically, "Officer Lestrade, let's go take a note." ”

After everyone said goodbye to each other, William went to take notes, and then after giving the "little snakes" a lesson, he went to the supermarket, intending to make up for Tom Riddle's milk problem.

Although Hogwarts has milk for breakfast every time, it is obviously not enough for Tom's current situation.

Before he reached the supermarket near Baker Street, William realized that he was being followed, and William paused and continued to walk forward, pretending not to know, and put a "protective cover" on himself, and gradually began to deviate from the remote place.

Walking down the sparsely populated alley, William could almost clearly hear the sound of the leather boots of the man following him on the ground, crisp and loud.

"If it weren't for the wrong time, I thought you were going to take me to the police station."

Suddenly, the man behind him spoke.

"Moritia?"

William's footsteps slammed, turned around, and looked at Moritia with his hands in his pockets in surprise, "Why are you?" ”

"Why can't it be me," Moritia shrugged and walked forward, pausing about two or three paces away from William, "Are you thinking about that woman?" ”

"Is that what I'm thinking?" William pouted and said.

"Of course, your thoughts will be written on your face and you can see them at a glance," Moritia said, laughing and her eyes sharpening, "that stupid woman is dead. ”

Although William had already heard Sherlock say this, he couldn't help frowning when he heard Moritia say the same.

"The death of that stupid woman is dispensable to me, but I will still find the person who is hiding behind her, and you must know that there is a price to pay for taking advantage of me," Moritia said, looking into William's eyes and continuing, "Of course, I know that Sherlock is also looking into this matter, but I will definitely find the man sooner than him, and ······ then"

"Are you going to kill him?" William looked at Moritia in surprise and said.

"Oh no, I'm a good citizen, William," Moritia said, holding out her finger and shaking it at William, "Something like this, of course, is left to the police!" ”

······

Listening to Moritia say that she is a good citizen, she really has a very mysterious feeling!

Before William could sigh in a hurry, he heard the sound of "Didi" from the mobile phone in Moritia's pocket.

"Since someone is looking for you, then I'll leave first, and as for our agreement, I'll talk about it next time."

Moritia said, smiling at William, and began to walk the other way, seemingly slowly, but in fact it had disappeared into the alley in only two minutes.

Someone looking for him?

When William turned his head suspiciously, he saw Michael Holmes walking far away with a black umbrella in his hand, and he was surrounded by four or five strong men dressed in black, who knew at a glance that they were bodyguards or something.

"Good afternoon, Mr. William Stoker."

Michael Holmes walked up to William step by step, propped the tip of the umbrella on the ground, and held it with his hand, his silver-gray eyes similar to Sherlock looked at William, "I don't want to go like this at all, but I feel like I have to, you know, Sherlock is just too stubborn sometimes." ”

"Good afternoon," William looked at McCroft quizzically, sensing that he had something to say, "if you have something to say, just say it." ”

"I like your bluntness very much," said McCloft Holmes, changing his position, he stretched out his hand, and the five strong men behind him all took a few steps back, guarding the side, "Actually, you know, every time I come here is for my stupid brother, to be honest, you're in some trouble right now, and I don't want my stupid brother to be involved." ”

"I'm in trouble?" William stared at McCroft and asked, "What do you seem to know?" ”

"Of course not, I don't know who did it," said McCroft Holmes, "but I've heard that this is a very troublesome and very problematic affair. ”

"What's involved?"

William looked at McCroft Holmes suspiciously, "Could it be that the interests of other nobles are involved, or is it the royal family?" Otherwise, this matter would not allow you to come to me so cautiously. ”

"As you can see," Michael Holmes obviously didn't mean to hide anything, he pointed to the bodyguards behind him, "I deliberately found a few good guys to meet you. I don't know the specifics, but I do know that it's definitely not just the British, and it may involve people from several countries. ”

"It's not just the British?"

William was further and more confused by what Michael Holmes had said, "Is there anything else the Stoke family has to do with foreign countries?" ”

"I think you ought to ask your father's old friend, Sir William, who I think knows it well."

After Michael Holmes finished speaking, he looked at William and said, "The reason why I tell you this is because I want to ask you for help. ”

"What's the matter?"

William wondered what would make Michael Holmes say the word "help"?

"I hope that if Sherlock is determined to take part in this, you will protect him."

McCroft Holmes said, gently bowing his head to William, "Although we both hate each other, he is my own brother after all, even if his actions seem very stupid in my eyes. ”

When William heard this, he couldn't help but have a smile on his face, "I will protect Sherlock, even if you don't say it, I will do it, after all, Sherlock is my friend!" ”

"Friends?" Necroft Holmes just smiled and didn't say a word.

"You still care about Sherlock." William said.

"No, I just don't want my mother to be sad to see Sherlock's body," said McCroft Holmes, "and my mother has been sent to Paris these days, and if things are going to be resolved, in the meantime, let's get it done." ”

"I'm sure Sherlock will."

William had confidence in Sherlock.

"Don't put him in danger, after all, he's just an ordinary person."

McCloft Holmes focused on "ordinary people", apparently telling William a fact through these three words.

His identity as a wizard was revealed.

"You got it?" William asked.

"After all, you never hid it." "There have been some things in British history that have been written about this, and I think it's easy to know from your actions," said Michael Holmes, "and of course I remember you blowing up my car." ”

William twitched his lips and did not speak, apparently a little weak-hearted.

Seeing this, Michael Holmes didn't continue to say anything, he took out his pocket watch from his bosom and looked at it, "I'm sorry, I have a meeting to start in a while, so I'll take my leave, I hope you remember the agreement between us." ”

"Of course." William's words are categorical.

Receiving William's promise, Michael Holmes headed his head and left with five strong men.

Looking at the alley that looked particularly bleak after a while, William's bad premonition became deeper and deeper.

What's going on here?

Why can't even Mike Loft come to him?

What's more, it's not just the British who made this thing, so who is it?

What's so strange about the Stoke family's private collection?

This series of mysteries left William very confused.

He had never heard old Stoke say these things, and even the Sir William, whom Michael Holmes had asked him to find, he did not know very well, but vaguely remembered that he was a friend of his father's and had come to the house several times.

After going to the supermarket with a lot of thoughts, and after buying all the milk to be bought, William took his things back home.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a strange young man sitting on the sofa in the living room, and there was still movement in the kitchen.

"······", William.

"······", a strange youth.

Could it be that I opened the door the wrong way?

Why is there a stranger in the house?

"My name is Edward Cullen, and I'm not a stranger, but Mrs. Hudson brought me in."

At this point, Edward Cullen pointed to the kitchen to the side and said, "Mrs. Hudson has gone in and prepared her coffee, and will come out in a moment." ”

As soon as Edward Cullen finished speaking, Aunt Hudson came out of the kitchen with two cups of steaming coffee, and shouted in surprise to William, "Oh, my dear Will, would you like a cup of coffee?" ”

Aunt Hudson said, putting down the tea tray, pointing at Edward Cullen and saying, "He's Edward Cullen, I met him in Fox Town, the weather over there is really gloomy, my back pain was cured by Edward's father, Dr. Carlisle, oh my God, you don't even know how good his medicine is!" ”

Seeing that Aunt Hudson was getting more and more off-topic, and when he saw that he was going to count the awards that Edward had received since he was a child, William had no choice but to take over the topic with a helpless face, "Aunt Hudson, shouldn't you introduce me?" ”

"Oh yes yes!" Aunt Hudson was stunned and said to Edward Cullen, "He's my nephew, William Stoker, and you can call him Will like me, or William." ”

Edward Cullen smiled when he heard this, his blonde appearance looked extremely handsome, but his face was a little inexplicably pale.

"William can call me Edward, too." Edward Cullen said, smiling at William.

The two greeted each other, sat together over a cup of coffee, and chatted with each other. It wasn't long before Edward Cullen took his leave.

"I think it's time for me to leave."

"Isn't Edward going to spend a few days in London?" William persuaded.

"No, this time it was Carlisle who asked me to send Mrs. Hudson back, and since I have already sent it back, then I should go back, after all, I still have my studies." Edward Cullen shook his head.

"In that case, then I won't force it to stay, Edward has time to come to London to play."

William spoke, swapped numbers with Edward, and at the behest of Aunt Hudson, sent Edward Cullen to the underground parking lot for her.

After Edward had left, William turned back.

Unexpectedly, as soon as William arrived at the door, he heard Aunt Hudson's screams coming from inside.